Our farm is a place of bovine bliss
where bulls browse, cows drowse,
and calves carouse.
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posting poetic prose
27 Jun 2012 Leave a comment
Our farm is a place of bovine bliss
where bulls browse, cows drowse,
and calves carouse.
a poem in my pocket 